I got hurt. Physically, this time. I may actually prefer this hurt to the other kind. I suppose this is a terrible excuse for being late since I didn’t hurt my typing fingers. I hurt my back. At least I can walk now. Well, I could walk the whole time, but now I can do it without agonizing pain. As the doc told me, I need to cut back on the sexual antics. It may be time to pack up the swing. Fuck.

I promise I’m writing. I know it may not be many of you, but those who are reading this story (this story that, I admit, even I have fallen in love with) — thank you for your patience. Maybe I will stop with the delays if I can figure out how to reverse the curse that has obviously been placed upon me.

I’d better get back to writing now before I’m burned at the stake. Hugs and kisses…

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Sandra is a writer, blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Hawaii where she could learn to surf. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.

Nah, I’m against corporal punishment…for the most part. Besides, I owe you a solid for the whole banana hammock thing. Funny thing is, my wife is in Apalachicola tending to her dad, and she stopped for a shake at that very soda shop. She sent me a pic of the banana hammock in question earlier today. 😃

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